School recess. Girls turn skipping ropes in Double Dutch. Boys chase each other in Cops and Robbers. Voices jubilant. Energy boundless. Children engaged in games I never played as a child.
Not running as I ran from sniper bullets. Calculated bombs. Strategies designed by grownups, played out by children. Forced to participate in their game of pull and push.
We excelled in Hide-and-Seek. In places breathing death and destruction. When our strategies were discovered, rows of hopes tumbled as tiles would fall in Dominoes. Game over.
My son runs up, tags me. “You’re it!” he hollers.
I’m in a better game.